I don’t fancy myself a medium – at least not one with any kind of formal training. Of course, I don’t have any “formal” training chatting with Guides and Teachers in Spirit, either and that seems to work out fine.
Still. I have not yet perfected the art of calling those on the other side to me with any consistency. They come when they want. And I’m fine with that.
Yesterday, Duty’s wonderful great-aunt Nellie hung with me at her funeral. Yes, I said at HER funeral.
They say that the newly departed often attend their own funeral and while I believe that’s true, I’ve not experienced that. Until yesterday.
She snagged me while I was in the bathroom doing, uh, stuff. Which is where I usually hear ghosties anyway. (Why? Who knows? I’ve heard it said that the bathroom has wonderful energetic connectivity for just that sort of thing and I’m inclined to accept that theory.)
Aunt Nellie, almost 96, had been praying and praying to go “home” – she spent the last 4 years in a nursing home and while quite spry for her age, her memory was gone and that upset her. “Oh honey, you’re so pretty.” she said to me last time I saw her. “But I don’t know who you are.” And I could tell it made her sad.
So when I got news last Friday that she finally was called home, I had a moment of sadness and then heard her voice in my head: “Oh honey, no! Don’t be sad! I’m so happy now!” and I got a big smile on my face because her energy was vibrant and strong and most of all, joyful.
Her life celebration yesterday was lovely and there truly was no sadness there. Only gratitude that we had shared in the life of an extraordinary woman. They had placed a picture of her next to the flowers and she kept winking at me from that picture. I giggled every time I looked over at it.
I could feel her energy there (especially in the bathroom!) and it truly was a much higher vibration than I usually feel with those newly deceased. Almost at the level of angels, it was light and flowy and bubbly. I don’t think I’ve ever had the occasion to speak with someone so damn happy to be on the other side. “Oh honey, I remember everyone now!”, she said, so happy that her memory was back and she was whole again.
What a lovely experience. I am so lucky to have known this amazing woman. When we’d go see her, I’d get down on the floor near her chair and wrap her in the biggest bear hug I could (without breaking bones and stuff) and just kiss all over her head. She soaked the love in like a big ole sweet sponge and I think I got as much out of it as she did.
Now she’s free and I’m thankful that she came to me and let me know how happy she is now. Not like I need any proof that things continue on but it’s so beautiful when it show up, unbidden.
Peace out, Aunt Nellie. We WILL meet again here, there and everywhere.